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Hardeep Passi
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 6'
Weight: 192 pounds
Personality: A spoiled brat like all the other dragon riders around his age, Hardeep has no cares for what other people think. He is on top of the world after all, the son of a great dragon rider and is already becoming a great one himself, taming his beast Slytha and taking her on rides across the great nation on a whim. Whatever he does is backed by her might and while he has trained his whole life to be a strong fighter, he knows that without her he is next to nothing. As such, he takes great pride in Slytha and would cut out the tongue of any fool that dares say she is not strong.
He is not outwardly cruel but he is not kind either. A child that was never really allowed to grow past his mother's death at the tender age of eleven, when she burned alive next to her dragon in a fight that should not have happened, Hardeep harbors a great fear of the flames that spew from the mouths of the beasts he is destined to ride. He keeps this dark secret to himself.
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Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 6'
Weight: 192 pounds
Personality: A spoiled brat like all the other dragon riders around his age, Hardeep has no cares for what other people think. He is on top of the world after all, the son of a great dragon rider and is already becoming a great one himself, taming his beast Slytha and taking her on rides across the great nation on a whim. Whatever he does is backed by her might and while he has trained his whole life to be a strong fighter, he knows that without her he is next to nothing. As such, he takes great pride in Slytha and would cut out the tongue of any fool that dares say she is not strong.
He is not outwardly cruel but he is not kind either. A child that was never really allowed to grow past his mother's death at the tender age of eleven, when she burned alive next to her dragon in a fight that should not have happened, Hardeep harbors a great fear of the flames that spew from the mouths of the beasts he is destined to ride. He keeps this dark secret to himself.
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Galene
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 168 pounds
Personality: She was once a child, a daughter to a mother and a father and a sister to many. But then the dragons came and they scorched her land and the riders took her away from what she had known for years and suddenly she was a slave. Just like that, her last name gone and her soft silk clothes torn from her. She was just another mouth to feed, another pair of hands to be used. She lived and severed the riders that had taken from her her home, her family, her life. They had stolen her purpose and her will and had tried to break her.
She did not know how to be a slave, raised in wealth before. But she does remember how to resist the masters, as her parents had so valiantly before. That much they have not managed to break from her. She serves the Makhai household and is considered troublesome by all.
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Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 168 pounds
Personality: She was once a child, a daughter to a mother and a father and a sister to many. But then the dragons came and they scorched her land and the riders took her away from what she had known for years and suddenly she was a slave. Just like that, her last name gone and her soft silk clothes torn from her. She was just another mouth to feed, another pair of hands to be used. She lived and severed the riders that had taken from her her home, her family, her life. They had stolen her purpose and her will and had tried to break her.
She did not know how to be a slave, raised in wealth before. But she does remember how to resist the masters, as her parents had so valiantly before. That much they have not managed to break from her. She serves the Makhai household and is considered troublesome by all.
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Kydoimos Makhai
Age: 20
Gender: Agender (they/them)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 201 pounds
Personality: They are angry at almost all hours of the day at anyone within reach. They know that they are special, that they should not have the power they wield but they do anyways. The child of a slave and a dragon master, they know that the only reason that their father bothered to take them in was because everyone knew. Their eyes were the same, after all. Kydoimos only received resentment from the family that was supposed to be theirs and found comfort in the slaves and servants puttering about.
They share a special bond with the dragon Cordath, one with as firey a temper as them. They tend to ride Cordath out into the open where they will burn everything in sight to let some steam off. They know the Passis through their family, though they are often shunted to a corner when the other dragon riders arrive.
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Age: 20
Gender: Agender (they/them)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 201 pounds
Personality: They are angry at almost all hours of the day at anyone within reach. They know that they are special, that they should not have the power they wield but they do anyways. The child of a slave and a dragon master, they know that the only reason that their father bothered to take them in was because everyone knew. Their eyes were the same, after all. Kydoimos only received resentment from the family that was supposed to be theirs and found comfort in the slaves and servants puttering about.
They share a special bond with the dragon Cordath, one with as firey a temper as them. They tend to ride Cordath out into the open where they will burn everything in sight to let some steam off. They know the Passis through their family, though they are often shunted to a corner when the other dragon riders arrive.
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Orien
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Height: 5' 10''
Weight: 187 pounds
Personality: Orien appears to have a positive attitude at all times, chatting with anyone within earshot and nodding along to all conversations. His smiles and laughter appear genuine and draw anyone in, including his master Hardeep, with whom he shared a bed with for some time before the dragon rider grew bored of him. Orien did not allow this to dampen his mood for very long, as he knew his place. He was to serve the Passis, no questions asked. He was a slave after all, a servant. What he did to earn a place among the downtrodden, he does not know. But there he stays and sometimes, his smile wavers.
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Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Height: 5' 10''
Weight: 187 pounds
Personality: Orien appears to have a positive attitude at all times, chatting with anyone within earshot and nodding along to all conversations. His smiles and laughter appear genuine and draw anyone in, including his master Hardeep, with whom he shared a bed with for some time before the dragon rider grew bored of him. Orien did not allow this to dampen his mood for very long, as he knew his place. He was to serve the Passis, no questions asked. He was a slave after all, a servant. What he did to earn a place among the downtrodden, he does not know. But there he stays and sometimes, his smile wavers.
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Lenaara
Dreaming of honey cakes.
Appearance -
Please ignore the odd armor and the water. The face is what matters here.
If possible, Irene tends to wear colours that are strictly within purple and bronze hues. Preferring deep purples and golds, she wears clothing of thick fabric that is loose and of a man’s size for the ease of movement.
Her preferred outfit is a coat of thick deep purple fabric that reaches down to her knees in a loose skirt, parted at the sides, front and back. Sleeves of the coat are wide and end just below the elbow. A wide leather belt is lined with rabbit fur on the edges and it sets her coat at the waist; the belt has several compartments sewn into it, such as a coin purse and some smaller pouches to hold a needle and a thread. Her forearms are protected by padded bracers of a soft brown leather that has become worn with years of use and are held together by leather strings at the wrists and the elbows. Wide brown pants are straight and tucked into knee length boots, also worn but durable, the soles soft to allow silent footfalls but are metal tipped.
No matter the clothing, be it her own or borrowed, Irene aims for outfits with high collars or those that lack a cleavage. Rarely would she opt for shirts with low cuts or those that provide a view of her collarbone. While it is a habit to cover her chest at all times, she is not shy of nudity if the need arises.
Irene stands at 5’7 (180cm) which is about an average height for an Izmarian. Olive skin is adorned with many scars, both new and old. Athletically built, Irene is lean and strong especially in her arms and core. Her movement is fluid, energy conserving, as is her combat style.
Ashen brown hair is long and straight, reaching her hips in a thick braid. The braid is present while she is working or traveling, however Irene lets it fall loosely around her shoulders at all other times. Plump lips are wide and have a barely visible cupid’s bow. Her features are naturally attractive, with high cheekbones and a refined jawline. Almond shaped eyes are bright silver, a colour rare in her homeland, and are slightly angled at the temples. Her brows are slim and straight, arched only slightly at the ends. Her nose is straight and thin. Fine lines are visible at the corners of her eyes and mouth and they make her seem older than she is, so one may assume that she is in her early 30s.
Two and a half years of slavery had affected Irene. She had grown thinner over the months. Losing weight and muscle mass, she had become considerably weaker. The muscles protrude vividly, now re-purposed to work the fields and take care of the household if needed. The lean muscles rope through her arms and core, with sharp angles protruding here and there, the softness and fullness of her body long gone. Skin had become more tanned over the months of working in the desert, however it is not as dark as the skin of the majority of the slaves. The reason is simple - clothing covers her body at all times, as per the request of the farmer who owns her. A precaution to hide the Mark on her chest.
New scars had appeared on her back, a dark reminder of the whippings and other such punishments from the first year of slavery.
There is a tint of purple under Irene's eyes, an after effect of having had little sleep; the silver of her eyes no longer gleams with life but rather appear to be dull and empty the majority of the time. Her cheeks had fallen in, the cheekbones now sharper and the refined jaw no longer her best feature. To avoid having her hair be in the way while tending to the fields, or even cut off due to some sudden wish of her owners, Irene's hair is braided and pinned close to her head at the back, coiled into a bun. The hairstyle frames her features differently this way, makes them more feminine, but also exposes the thinness of her face.
The Mark of the Exiled spreads over her collarbone in an intricate tribal tattoo. It is faded in the middle, coming from a point in the middle of her chest where the skin is bare, and then spreads towards her shoulders in an ink much more vivid and darker.
This is similar to the design.
The tattoo is exquisite. Intricate in its design, it weaves through her skin in a myriad of lines and curves and geometric designs that flawlessly flow from one symbol and into another. It covers the entirety of her collarbone, from the upper part of her chest – leaving her breasts bare of ink – to below her neck, peeking just above her shoulders to be visible from the back as well. The black had faded in the centre of the tattoo from which it spreads in a symmetrical design. The ink is more vivid and fresh the farther it is from the sole bare dot of skin in the middle of Irene’s collarbone. At one glance the Mark appears to be an odd tribal design, depicting absolutely nothing of substance. But to those who had seen the mountains of Izmar, her homeland, who had seen the grand and steep snow covered slopes, the tattoo appears to be a perfect rendition of those very same mountains, The Wirint Rise.
Name - Irene Dalaklis
Age - 27
Gender - Female
Sexuality - Bisexual heteroromantic
Personality - Irene is adaptable, that is the best word to describe her. People, nations, lifestyle – she is able to adapt to all without an issue. Traveling at a constant rate since her late childhood had taught Irene to be fairly open minded when it comes to people and their cultures, to the way how they live and work. Assertive and calm, she is able to handle stressful situations with a calm mind and demeanour. Due to the chosen lifestyle, Irene tends to keep personal information private and gives vague answers to the questions related to her past, in particular when it concerns the time before she received the Mark. Constant contact with different people from different lands, as well as numerous lessons with governesses when she was a child, had taught Irene the art of conversation. Conversing with people is not an issue to her. Large crowds are something that Irene enjoys communicating with, as it is much easier to change topics and divert attention from herself to someone else if the need be. One on one dialogue is limited to certain topics, however, and most of the time is not present at all.
Becoming a slave had changed Irene, as she adapted to the change with certain difficulties and still had not fully accepted the life of a servant. Freedom was valued above all else for her once, freedom to go whenever she pleased and work for whoever she so desired. And this freedom was taken away from her, stolen by those whom she swore to protect by mistake. Forced into a life of a slave was so against Irene's nature, her primary goal in life, that it was a hard and painful change. The rebellious nature and the desire to cling to an idea of freedom and an escape, had been broken down in the first year of her new life. Thus, Irene had grown colder, quieter, apathetic. At first, she was considered to be troublesome, full of energy that needed to be redirected towards a better purpose like fieldwork, and was feared by her own master due to her past. Then, after several punishments and months of nothing but hard labour, the idea of an escape began to crumble as months went on.
If possible, Irene tends to wear colours that are strictly within purple and bronze hues. Preferring deep purples and golds, she wears clothing of thick fabric that is loose and of a man’s size for the ease of movement.
Her preferred outfit is a coat of thick deep purple fabric that reaches down to her knees in a loose skirt, parted at the sides, front and back. Sleeves of the coat are wide and end just below the elbow. A wide leather belt is lined with rabbit fur on the edges and it sets her coat at the waist; the belt has several compartments sewn into it, such as a coin purse and some smaller pouches to hold a needle and a thread. Her forearms are protected by padded bracers of a soft brown leather that has become worn with years of use and are held together by leather strings at the wrists and the elbows. Wide brown pants are straight and tucked into knee length boots, also worn but durable, the soles soft to allow silent footfalls but are metal tipped.
No matter the clothing, be it her own or borrowed, Irene aims for outfits with high collars or those that lack a cleavage. Rarely would she opt for shirts with low cuts or those that provide a view of her collarbone. While it is a habit to cover her chest at all times, she is not shy of nudity if the need arises.
Irene stands at 5’7 (180cm) which is about an average height for an Izmarian. Olive skin is adorned with many scars, both new and old. Athletically built, Irene is lean and strong especially in her arms and core. Her movement is fluid, energy conserving, as is her combat style.
Ashen brown hair is long and straight, reaching her hips in a thick braid. The braid is present while she is working or traveling, however Irene lets it fall loosely around her shoulders at all other times. Plump lips are wide and have a barely visible cupid’s bow. Her features are naturally attractive, with high cheekbones and a refined jawline. Almond shaped eyes are bright silver, a colour rare in her homeland, and are slightly angled at the temples. Her brows are slim and straight, arched only slightly at the ends. Her nose is straight and thin. Fine lines are visible at the corners of her eyes and mouth and they make her seem older than she is, so one may assume that she is in her early 30s.
Two and a half years of slavery had affected Irene. She had grown thinner over the months. Losing weight and muscle mass, she had become considerably weaker. The muscles protrude vividly, now re-purposed to work the fields and take care of the household if needed. The lean muscles rope through her arms and core, with sharp angles protruding here and there, the softness and fullness of her body long gone. Skin had become more tanned over the months of working in the desert, however it is not as dark as the skin of the majority of the slaves. The reason is simple - clothing covers her body at all times, as per the request of the farmer who owns her. A precaution to hide the Mark on her chest.
New scars had appeared on her back, a dark reminder of the whippings and other such punishments from the first year of slavery.
There is a tint of purple under Irene's eyes, an after effect of having had little sleep; the silver of her eyes no longer gleams with life but rather appear to be dull and empty the majority of the time. Her cheeks had fallen in, the cheekbones now sharper and the refined jaw no longer her best feature. To avoid having her hair be in the way while tending to the fields, or even cut off due to some sudden wish of her owners, Irene's hair is braided and pinned close to her head at the back, coiled into a bun. The hairstyle frames her features differently this way, makes them more feminine, but also exposes the thinness of her face.
The Mark of the Exiled spreads over her collarbone in an intricate tribal tattoo. It is faded in the middle, coming from a point in the middle of her chest where the skin is bare, and then spreads towards her shoulders in an ink much more vivid and darker.
The tattoo is exquisite. Intricate in its design, it weaves through her skin in a myriad of lines and curves and geometric designs that flawlessly flow from one symbol and into another. It covers the entirety of her collarbone, from the upper part of her chest – leaving her breasts bare of ink – to below her neck, peeking just above her shoulders to be visible from the back as well. The black had faded in the centre of the tattoo from which it spreads in a symmetrical design. The ink is more vivid and fresh the farther it is from the sole bare dot of skin in the middle of Irene’s collarbone. At one glance the Mark appears to be an odd tribal design, depicting absolutely nothing of substance. But to those who had seen the mountains of Izmar, her homeland, who had seen the grand and steep snow covered slopes, the tattoo appears to be a perfect rendition of those very same mountains, The Wirint Rise.
Name - Irene Dalaklis
Age - 27
Gender - Female
Sexuality - Bisexual heteroromantic
Personality - Irene is adaptable, that is the best word to describe her. People, nations, lifestyle – she is able to adapt to all without an issue. Traveling at a constant rate since her late childhood had taught Irene to be fairly open minded when it comes to people and their cultures, to the way how they live and work. Assertive and calm, she is able to handle stressful situations with a calm mind and demeanour. Due to the chosen lifestyle, Irene tends to keep personal information private and gives vague answers to the questions related to her past, in particular when it concerns the time before she received the Mark. Constant contact with different people from different lands, as well as numerous lessons with governesses when she was a child, had taught Irene the art of conversation. Conversing with people is not an issue to her. Large crowds are something that Irene enjoys communicating with, as it is much easier to change topics and divert attention from herself to someone else if the need be. One on one dialogue is limited to certain topics, however, and most of the time is not present at all.
Becoming a slave had changed Irene, as she adapted to the change with certain difficulties and still had not fully accepted the life of a servant. Freedom was valued above all else for her once, freedom to go whenever she pleased and work for whoever she so desired. And this freedom was taken away from her, stolen by those whom she swore to protect by mistake. Forced into a life of a slave was so against Irene's nature, her primary goal in life, that it was a hard and painful change. The rebellious nature and the desire to cling to an idea of freedom and an escape, had been broken down in the first year of her new life. Thus, Irene had grown colder, quieter, apathetic. At first, she was considered to be troublesome, full of energy that needed to be redirected towards a better purpose like fieldwork, and was feared by her own master due to her past. Then, after several punishments and months of nothing but hard labour, the idea of an escape began to crumble as months went on.
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Li Hui Hua
Age: 46
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5' 9''
Weight: 182 pounds
Personality: A quiet woman, Hui Hua has spent her entire time up in the mountains, away from the firebreathing dragons that she knows rampage over the desert. She is satisfied with her choice; her children have grown up hardy and strong and have gnashing teeth to bare against the horrors that only they seem to know lie in wait in the dark trees and tall mountains. Hui Hua prides herself in raising daughters that can beat a man in aim and sons that will bow to whoever is better than them. She lives off of the earth and resents Crubia for forcing her to make room for the riders she has no love for.
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Age: 46
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5' 9''
Weight: 182 pounds
Personality: A quiet woman, Hui Hua has spent her entire time up in the mountains, away from the firebreathing dragons that she knows rampage over the desert. She is satisfied with her choice; her children have grown up hardy and strong and have gnashing teeth to bare against the horrors that only they seem to know lie in wait in the dark trees and tall mountains. Hui Hua prides herself in raising daughters that can beat a man in aim and sons that will bow to whoever is better than them. She lives off of the earth and resents Crubia for forcing her to make room for the riders she has no love for.
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Li Ming Xia
Age: 18
Gender: Demigirl (they/them/she/her)
Sexuality: Aromantic asexual
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 187 pounds
Personality: Growing up on a mountain as the youngest child for most of her life, Ming Xia knows the place like the back of her hand. She knows what rocks point to where, what trees grow the best wood to be burned, what leaves are edible, and which areas are not to be touched unless she wants someone gone. Many in her family joke that she is a wolf before a human, always silent and aiming for a kill rather than a warning shot. She has been known to live by a brutal code of ethics; that the greater good must always be preserved. As such, Ming Xia has done some questionable deeds that have made her somewhat quiet and firm in her ways. If someone wishes to challenge her, they can. She'll attend the funeral.
One of the most pivotal moments in her life involved the darkest corners of the forest. She went in with a group of friends and crawled out the only one barely alive, wheezing and gasping and dying nonetheless. She has not spoken of the incident since, but it has caused her to grow as harsh as the cold winters they face. Her mother is greatly concerned for her and tends to visit her as often as she can, even though she has been living by herself since sixteen.
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Age: 18
Gender: Demigirl (they/them/she/her)
Sexuality: Aromantic asexual
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 187 pounds
Personality: Growing up on a mountain as the youngest child for most of her life, Ming Xia knows the place like the back of her hand. She knows what rocks point to where, what trees grow the best wood to be burned, what leaves are edible, and which areas are not to be touched unless she wants someone gone. Many in her family joke that she is a wolf before a human, always silent and aiming for a kill rather than a warning shot. She has been known to live by a brutal code of ethics; that the greater good must always be preserved. As such, Ming Xia has done some questionable deeds that have made her somewhat quiet and firm in her ways. If someone wishes to challenge her, they can. She'll attend the funeral.
One of the most pivotal moments in her life involved the darkest corners of the forest. She went in with a group of friends and crawled out the only one barely alive, wheezing and gasping and dying nonetheless. She has not spoken of the incident since, but it has caused her to grow as harsh as the cold winters they face. Her mother is greatly concerned for her and tends to visit her as often as she can, even though she has been living by herself since sixteen.
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Lenaara
Dreaming of honey cakes.
Name - Manwe Chun
Age - 15
Gender - Male
Sexuality - Heterosexual
Appearance - Manwe has kind and soft features that attract the attention of others with ease. The aura of positivity surrounds the boy, drawing those near closer to him. Bright brown eyes are wide and angled up at the temples, framed by dark straight brows. The thin wide lips are almost always curved into a smirk that transfers to his eyes in a gleam of amusement. Dark hair is cropped short, spare for a braid at the side of his neck that is weighted down at the end by a leather strap with small shards of iron and silver. He is fairly strongly built, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and lean long limbs, and stands at 5 feet and 5 inches.
Personality - Manwe radiates positivity and, to an extent, naiveté. A young man, but still lacking experience of the real world around him as he was confined to one area his entire life. There is a certain arrogance to his actions and words, and he carries himself with easy confidence. He strives to see the world, visit empires and kingdoms, meet different people of many cultures and learn their traditions. However, his place is with his family as he is the only son in a household of seven children, all being daughters. The responsibilities of the head of the household would fall upon his shoulders soon, with the passing of his father and uncle.
But he continues to look up at the sky and the grounds below his village, watching the dragons fly, directed by the riders sitting atop the saddles, and wishes that he could have been born a rider.
Lenaara
Dreaming of honey cakes.
Name – Azar Sohrab (Persian names, meanings Azar as ‘flame’ and Sohrab as ‘illustrious, shining’ or ‘red water’)
Age – 23
Gender – Female
Sexuality – Pansexual
Appearance – As any other member of the Sohrab family, Azar possesses dark auburn hair. It is cut short, reaching just below her shoulders, and falls in loose waves, framing her heart shaped face. There is softness to her features and elegance that does not give the impression of grotesque beauty. Indeed, Azar could not be considered a beauty of great measure by some, as it is the way how she speaks and moves is what captivates those around her.
Inheriting bright amber coloured eyes from her aunt, Azar glows like fire due to her hair and eye colour. Her olive skin is well taken care of, bearing no blemishes or discolorations. However, much to the dismay of her family and in particularly her aunt, Azar had spent a fair share of hours in the sun without proper protection, flying on her dragon, Citrine. Due to this, a myriad freckles cover her cheeks, nose and her shoulders.
Athletically built, Azar stands at 5 feet and 6 inches.
Personality – Azar had been raised in a household where men were given privileges a woman could never hope for. While the true title of the heir of the Sohrab household passed from father to son, brother to brother, it is the women who truly rule the Sohrab household from within. Some, are skilled manipulators, advising their husbands in ways that could be seen as thinly veiled threats; while others are less rude and blunt, and instead possess politeness and friendliness that could make one wonder whether or not it is a ruse or, truly, the true nature of the person.
There was no childhood in such a household, and instead Azar had learnt how to get what she wanted while having only her wit and looks to rely upon from early age. A skilled manipulator and liar, she manoeuvres in the intrigues within her family and without. While her aunt, a noblewoman from Riverside who is a distant cousin of Anderfell’s Jarl, controlled Sohrab household with fear and relied on her position as a source of power, Azar had learnt how to get the same outcome through less drastic means.
There an aura of elegance that surrounds Azar, drawing the attention of many. While it is well known that she is a skilled in the art of conversation and politics, one would wonder more often than not if her politeness, kindness and compassion is truly a part of her nature, or a ruse, used to captivate those around her.
In addition, she backs her twin brother wholeheartedly and does not wish to undermine his claim of being Sohrab’s heir, despite being a better candidate herself.
Lenaara
Dreaming of honey cakes.
Name – Warren Lyall
Age - 23
Gender - Male
Sexuality – Homosexual
Appearance – Warren wears the colours of the Passi family with pride. The armour is well taken care of, gleaming in the sunlight with polished metals, clean and straightened fabrics, and smooth leather. It sits on his strong build as if it was made just for him, or so he makes it seem, as the amour fits the muscles, showing off the broad shoulders and chest, strong arms and the strong core.
Standing just above 6 feet and 3 inches, Warren appears to be taller as his back is always straight, chest puffed out, and his stride a confident one. From the side, it would seem that Warren marches like a soldier through the Passi homestead more often than not, proud to be serving a family that his own father had served once.
Beneath the purples of his armour, Warren’s olive skin is marred with scars left from training. Hours spent under the sun, guarding the homestead, had resulted in blemishes covering Warren’s skin, in particular under his eyes. This, however, made his features softer, making the man appear younger and more handsome, taking away the harshness that he tries to cling to.
Tilted down at the temples eyes are a warm milk chocolate colour, framed by long dark lashes and the wide dark brows. The wide nose is arched, marred at the tip with a scar acquired years ago. A stubble covers his, most of the time clean shaven, face. The dark hair is cropped short, cut by him to prevent the black locks from getting into his eyes; thus more often than not the hair would stick out at odd angles, cut unevenly by anything but scissors.
Personality – As his father before him, Warren is extremely loyal to the Passis. He follows the orders given to him without a question, never even thinking that something could be amiss or wrong. Indeed, it had been noted by many – both servants and guards – that if Warren was told to jump by any member of the Passis, he would, and probably salute at the same time.
He used to admire Balin Passi, thinking the other to be the most honourable and confident man that he had ever met. Needless to say, the news of the rider’s death had hit Warren hard, making him feel something that he never thought he was capable of – anger, so enormous and boiling that it threatens to drown out everything else.
Focused on his job as the guard, Warren rarely spends time with the others. This has led to him being scarcely acquainted with those he works with and it does not seem to bother him.
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Aabha Kori
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Height: 5' 9''
Weight: 183 pounds
Personality:Most who meet him think that he's a slippery fellow, silent and watching and not inclined to speak. He appears without a sound and moves without notice and can be seen staring at others from his corners of the room. His demeanor makes many feel as if he is waiting for them, carefully, slyly. In truth, Aabha is exceedingly shy and bad at picking up social cues, never quite knowing when it's his turn to talk or how to slide into a conversation. As such, he simply hangs out and doesn't interrupt unless he has to or it seems like he should, resulting in more than a few instances where he seems to have interrupted at the wrong time.
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Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Height: 5' 9''
Weight: 183 pounds
Personality:Most who meet him think that he's a slippery fellow, silent and watching and not inclined to speak. He appears without a sound and moves without notice and can be seen staring at others from his corners of the room. His demeanor makes many feel as if he is waiting for them, carefully, slyly. In truth, Aabha is exceedingly shy and bad at picking up social cues, never quite knowing when it's his turn to talk or how to slide into a conversation. As such, he simply hangs out and doesn't interrupt unless he has to or it seems like he should, resulting in more than a few instances where he seems to have interrupted at the wrong time.
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Three Thousand Club
Uneek Griffin
Age:24
Gender: Agender (ze/zir)
Sexuality: Pansexual, preference towards women
Height: 5' 7''
Weight: 179 pounds
Personality: A brash and loud individual, Uneek seems to exclude confidence. Ze dresses in bright colors and wild outfits that catch the eye in an effort to stand out in the crowd, refuses to wear simple armor. Ze is determined to be a star in life and in everything ze does and as a result, tends to be somewhat flamboyant. Ze has the prowess to back up much of zir ego and desire to stand out; ze is an excellent swordsmen and has been eager to train with anyone and everyone willing to give them a chance. Uneek tends to let people hear zir before they see zir. Ze also commands respect and has little tolerance for those that think that they are better than zir simply because of appearances or imagined slights.
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Age:24
Gender: Agender (ze/zir)
Sexuality: Pansexual, preference towards women
Height: 5' 7''
Weight: 179 pounds
Personality: A brash and loud individual, Uneek seems to exclude confidence. Ze dresses in bright colors and wild outfits that catch the eye in an effort to stand out in the crowd, refuses to wear simple armor. Ze is determined to be a star in life and in everything ze does and as a result, tends to be somewhat flamboyant. Ze has the prowess to back up much of zir ego and desire to stand out; ze is an excellent swordsmen and has been eager to train with anyone and everyone willing to give them a chance. Uneek tends to let people hear zir before they see zir. Ze also commands respect and has little tolerance for those that think that they are better than zir simply because of appearances or imagined slights.
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Three Thousand Club
Tivonte
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 6'
Weight: 172 pounds
Personality: Like most servants in the Griffin household, Tivonte has gotten used to the idea that his master Uneek will always demand more of him than he can plausibly do. As a result, he is a very obedient person who wants to save his own skin first before anyone else's and can be seen as greedy and selfish as a result. He has a soft spot for others however, especially people who do not bow to the pressures of others. He admires them greatly and if he does become friends with them, dotes on them and is loyal as a dog.
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Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 6'
Weight: 172 pounds
Personality: Like most servants in the Griffin household, Tivonte has gotten used to the idea that his master Uneek will always demand more of him than he can plausibly do. As a result, he is a very obedient person who wants to save his own skin first before anyone else's and can be seen as greedy and selfish as a result. He has a soft spot for others however, especially people who do not bow to the pressures of others. He admires them greatly and if he does become friends with them, dotes on them and is loyal as a dog.
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Lenaara
Dreaming of honey cakes.
Name – Ammon Darnell
Age - 37
Gender - Male
Sexuality – Heterosexual
Appearance – As any other member of the Darnell family, Ammon is tall and fair skinned. Standing at 6 feet and 7 inches, he towers over the servants and slaves working within the fairly small land that his family ownes.
Athletically build, with strong arms and legs, Ammon has been trained to wield a sword and daggers to an above average proficiency. This has proved to be enough, however he rarely displays interest in training and combat, specifically, and thus does not have fast reflexes and his muscle mass lacks the strength that Colden, his private bodyguard, possesses.
Most of Ammon’s clothing is strictly within the hue of navy blue and seafoam green, specked with flecks of silver embroidery. Silks is something that he steers clear of, preferring material much sturdier but of good quality, and never decorates his clothing with metals, irrelevant whether or not it would be required for protection or a display of wealth. Thus, the armour that he wears is made of a leather tinted a pale brown, pulled onto a tunic of navy or seafoam blue, and the crest of the Darnell family adorns the tunic on the chest – half of a sun, rising above waves of a sea.
Ammon could be considered handsome by many. Age has been kind to him, as the fine lines fanning out from the turquoise eyes frame his features, giving them a much kinder aura. The thin nose is lopsided to the left and the bridge is scarred, a narrow scar left by a blade; a similar scar is visible on his right cheek, just beneath the cheekbone. The scar has healed beautifully, but is tinted with deep red in the middle. A stubble covers his angular jaw, the dark brown tinted with grey, as is his hair. More often than not, his hair is pushed back, its length just enough to cover the tips of his ears, and the hairstyle mimics the one that Colden prefers.
Personality – Ammon, as any other dragon rider, had been brought up in wealth, with the social norms imposed on him from a young age. However, unlike many of the riders, Ammon bears a fairly open minded opinion in regards to other nations and people. Indeed, this has led to him being absent for a number of years from the family household. The free spirited nature was justified and not minded by others, as his older sister had been the heir to the family’s homestead. Older than Ammon by a decade, it had been long decided that she would take over the responsibilities from their father and various uncles and aunts. And she did, for a time of six years. Unfortunately, she had passed away when Ammon turned 34 and, thus, the responsibilities fell upon him. If those responsibilities ever existed, apart from being a figurehead.
Ammon, however, does not mind lacking a voice in his own homestead. Calm and observant by nature, Ammon chooses to stay quiet during the family meetings. Whether or not it is a façade, put up as a way to blend in and seem uninteresting, or a way to gather secrets and information on others, is anybody’s guess. However, since the time when the title of the Darnell master passed into his hands, the ones holding true power had become quiet and wary, and keep a close eye on their pawn. If it ever was a pawn.
Being the one to propose leaving to the Mountains of Veneshia for safety, Ammon is content with leaving his only daughter, the current Darnell heir, behind in the caring of various tutors and governesses. Though some viewed such a decision as odd, considering that the Metz family had long since sworn their services to the Darnell family. Out of all the dragon riders, the Darnell family was considered one of the most protected ones, despite their status – having a family of assassins and bodyguards being indebted to them had proved useful in the past years.
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Lenaara
Dreaming of honey cakes.
Name – Colden Metz
Age – 35
Gender - Male
Sexuality – Heterosexual
Appearance – Colden’s is well built, standing at 6 feet and 2 inches, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. Lean muscles rope through his body, hard and strong beneath the pale skin. Hidden beneath the dark brown leathers and fabrics, Colden’s athletic build draws the attention of those trained in weapons and combat. One glance at Colden, just one look is enough to make the alarm bells ring in one’s mind – there is power hidden beneath those brown leathers, quiet and immense, like the surface of an ocean that can burst to life at a moment’s notice.
Angular features are framed by a cropped short light golden hair, which is shorter on the sides. Pushed back, Colden’s hair is tinted with a hint of grey. Pale blue eyes are crisp and cool beneath the light brown straight brows. His nose is slightly crooked, a sign of it being broken once, and is wide but straight. Colden’s lips are thin and wide, at the left corner marred with a thin vertical scar. His face rarely portrays any emotion, and even his cool eyes are dim and convey no emotion behind the blue colour.
Moving quietly, his footfalls are silent even against snow. There is a certain elegance to his movements, silent and predatory, while being fast and barely noticeable at the same time. Colden is able to cross a room at a moment’s notice in wide confident strides that would resemble gliding over the floor, soundless and intent to reach his destination.
Preferring clothing that can blend in with his surroundings and the shadows, Colden wears light and sandy colours while in the desert, but changes his attire depending on the environment. There is always a baldric strapped to his chest, housing a variety of throwing knives and daggers, and at the back he wears two short swords, one pointing up and the other down towards the ground, secured in hard leather sheathes.
Personality – Colden rarely shows emotion. He is quiet, keeping close to the shadows and positioning himself at the most preferred spot within a room in order to keep an eye on all escape routes and shadows that could pose a threat. Rarely would he converse with anyone but his charge, Ammon, giving only one word responses to those who had the courage to walk up to the silent man wearing an armoury worth of daggers.
Educated, Colden is anything but a boor. Humour is something that is foreign to him, as he lacks it and only sometimes would his eyes gleam in response to a joke spoken by someone.
A private person by nature, Colden does not offer information about his past or current occupation to anyone. Not even the family he is charged to serve is privy to certain information, and Colden – or the Metz family – is keen on giving up certain bits of his history. In the end, it matters little as Colden is extremely loyal to his cause and the one he had sworn to protect. Nothing but that loyalty drives him and his actions, and he does not seem to mind his occupation in the slightest. Content with his life, Colden lives the life of a bodyguard and an occasional assassin with ease and accepts his role in the political machinations wholeheartedly.
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Three Thousand Club
Li Gui Ying
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 197 pounds
Personality: A rather humble man who does what is expected of him, Gui Ying is not someone to resist another's wishes terribly hard unless is crosses a line. He has been taught where he stands and the traditions of the land he walks on and as such, does not attempt to break said traditions. He cares for his family and friends deeply and honors those that have gone before him in their continuous quest to remain safe on the mountain. Difficult to irritate and a soothing presence, Gui Ying seems wise beyond his years. He does, however, love affection and enjoys having attention.
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Age: 46
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 197 pounds
Personality: A rather humble man who does what is expected of him, Gui Ying is not someone to resist another's wishes terribly hard unless is crosses a line. He has been taught where he stands and the traditions of the land he walks on and as such, does not attempt to break said traditions. He cares for his family and friends deeply and honors those that have gone before him in their continuous quest to remain safe on the mountain. Difficult to irritate and a soothing presence, Gui Ying seems wise beyond his years. He does, however, love affection and enjoys having attention.
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Three Thousand Club
Malcom Harolding
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, preference for females
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 173 pounds
Personality: Thin, Malcom doesn't attract much attention and as such, has gotten used to the notion that he will be ignored due to not fitting in with the usual appearance of a dragon rider. He is not athletic nor terribly muscular and relies on his dragon to provide intimidation as well as the hired guards he brings with him. Malcom is also somewhat quiet, drawing little attention to himself. A sliver of a human being, it is easy to overlook him and it is often hard to pick him out in a crowd. He has low self-esteem due to his appearance and lack of traditional qualities appealing to most dragon riders and many wonder how he has retained such a small and petite figure.
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Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, preference for females
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 173 pounds
Personality: Thin, Malcom doesn't attract much attention and as such, has gotten used to the notion that he will be ignored due to not fitting in with the usual appearance of a dragon rider. He is not athletic nor terribly muscular and relies on his dragon to provide intimidation as well as the hired guards he brings with him. Malcom is also somewhat quiet, drawing little attention to himself. A sliver of a human being, it is easy to overlook him and it is often hard to pick him out in a crowd. He has low self-esteem due to his appearance and lack of traditional qualities appealing to most dragon riders and many wonder how he has retained such a small and petite figure.
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